Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite mattersI'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfactionLeaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod offMy pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the bodyMy heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snapsHelplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternityMy cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure buildingI will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes